Saturday, December 18, 2021
Diane was my aunt, rather Auntie, because I called her Auntie Diane. Even as recently as three weeks ago when I texted her "Happy Thanksgiving". I remember visiting her in Charleston many years ago, and helping her cook supper. I opened the cupboard door and saw the most perfectly organized spice display I have ever seen! I must have stood there for a good minute, just staring. She was very organized! Same thing in the linen closet. I never saw sheets so perfectly folded and stacked! I knew I had to step up my game in my own home after that visit. My most recent in-person visit with Diane was several years ago, at a gathering for my mother's 80th birthday, hosted by my sister, Robin. After a huge feast of Chinese takeout, we had to make a surprise drive to - of all places, Dairy Queen - to fill Diane's craving for soft serve. Well I doubt she was craving it at that moment, but we all blamed our belly aches on her. I'm glad I have that memory. I have so many others because she was the best auntie. - Page Temple
